Chapter 29 #2
His dick swells as his moans become deeper and his breathing turns frantic.
His fingers curl and his claws dig into my scalp as his movements become deranged and Lorien tips his head back, roaring as he comes at the back of my mouth.
His come spills into me, trickling down my throat faster than I can swallow, letting some of it leak out of my mouth.
I splutter as his cock slows its thrusts and Lorien’s grip loosens as his moans soften, and he slips his cock out of me, giving me a few seconds to swallow the remaining come down.
“Clean me up,” he rasps, stretching his come-streaked fingers at me. “You’ll clean the mess you made up if you can’t swallow it as I come. All of it, Jude.”
His fingers push into my mouth and I suck as Lorien purrs, watching through his lust-hooded eyes. His fingers sweep his come back into my mouth until I’ve swallowed every last drop.
Lorien staggers slightly as he moves to the bed and you almost wouldn’t know he’s just come hard. He reclines and tilts his head, watching as I wait on my knees, unsure what I should do now.
“Are you going to beg?” he asks.
I swallow, and he laughs low.
“Crawl to me.” Lorien’s eyes burn as they stare at me and I don’t know if I can ever look away. “You’ll crawl to me and beg if you want to come.”
My cock hardens and this is a new low, or high, or whatever the hell this heady mix of arousal and embarrassment is that’s coursing through me. I’m caught in the middle of something I don’t understand, getting more aroused as my humiliation deepens, but all I want is more.
And as I lower myself onto my hands and begin to crawl, all I know is that I’d do anything for Lorien’s praise.
For his attention. For him to let me come.
I’m completely at his mercy, every thought narrowing to the weight of his gaze on me and the quiet hum of satisfaction in his throat as he watches me surrender and accept my place.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “So eager. So desperate.”
I should be ashamed. The humiliation burns through me, but it only fuels the arousal tightening in my core, knotting in my stomach like an ache I can’t chase away.
Lorien gestures lazily with two fingers. “Come closer.”
I obey without thinking, crawling toward him, each movement slow and deliberate because I want him to see me like this. Because I need him to keep looking at me.
He reaches out, thumb brushing my lower lip, then pressing inside my mouth. “Good boy.”
The praise is like a spark to dry tinder, and I moan around his touch, barely coherent as the heat coils tighter inside me.
Lorien chuckles, dark and pleased. “You’ll beg so beautifully for me.”
I nod frantically and he pulls me onto the bed, positioning me on my knees in front of him. He adjusts my knees and we both know he’s placing me where he wants me, teaching me another lesson.
“Well?” he says, drawing one claw up my thigh.
I whimper and it’s the last note of defiance that’ll escape my lips.
“Please?” I ask.
His claw drags higher and my cock hardens. “Not good enough, baby. Tell me how desperate you are to come.”
God, I want nothing more. I’m a hopeless, needy mess of want and desire, and I can’t stop myself from whining and pressing closer, even though I know it won’t get me what I want. Or need.
“Please,” I breathe, voice wrecked. “I—Lorien, I need it. I need you.”
His smirk is pure cruelty, all sharp teeth and satisfaction. His clawed finger drags lower again, teasing over my rock-hard cock, just enough pressure to make me jolt, to make the ache worse.
“Need me for what, baby?” His tone is mocking, his golden eyes burning. “Use your words.”
Humiliation knots in my throat, shame and arousal tangling until I don’t know where one begins and the other ends. I don’t care whether I should want this. I don’t care whether it’s right to love this. Because I do. I do, and he knows it.
“I need to come,” I admit, barely above a whisper.
Lorien clicks his tongue, unimpressed. “Pathetic. Do you think that’s begging? You think that’s enough?”
His hand strokes my shaft and it’s the pleasure of everything I want with the pain of not getting nearly enough.
“Please.”
Every sound is a plea for more, and Lorien isn’t moved.
“God, Lorien. Please. I need... Fuck, I need more. Please.”
His fingers wrap around my cock and my hips roll as he strokes me.
“Beg.”
I groan and no longer care what I have to do to make him let me come. “Fuck, please Lorien. I’ll do anything. Please. Just, for fuck’s sake...” I snatch a desperate breath. “Anything, Master. Please. I need this. I deserve this. I want you. Please.”
He hums with approval and his hand moves a little faster and the friction takes the edge off my frustration.
Lorien adds a twist as he fists my cock and the throbbing as he slowly builds my pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
It’s a terrifying mix of desperation, agony and excitement, and I know that I’m going to come hard when I finally climax.
If I finally climax.
My begging turns frantic and Lorien pumps my cock faster, tightening his grip.
I’m so damn close it hurts and he holds me on the verge of orgasm, edging me with expertise that almost steals my breath.
I whimper and writhe, and he ignores it, playing with me until he’s absolutely satisfied that I’ll do anything and everything he wants.
“Anything?” he asks.
His tone is laced with danger, and I don’t care. I know I’m signing up for something I shouldn’t and I just don’t care. Not right now. Not ever. Not when it’s Lorien and he’s going to make me come.
“Anything you want. Please. I need to come. My dick’s in agony. I need...”
His grip tightens and his hand moves so damn fast it’s startling.
Pleasure surges through me as my balls draw up and my core heats as if it’s an inferno, and I snatch at air, trying to keep myself from passing out.
The ecstasy breaks through me and I scream his name, coming so damn hard that my vision fades into a spectrum of stars.
I spray come all over the bed and collapse, spent and dazed, confused and content.
Lorien pulls back, his golden eyes gleaming with contentment and a dark and dangerous pride. He’s watching me panting before him, heat coiling with every breath as my body glows and I bask in my orgasm. His grip loosens in my hair, but it isn’t out of mercy.
This is something else.
A shift. A decision is made.
“You’re too perfect,” he muses, tilting his head. “And I’ve indulged you far too much.”
I tense, a warning shivering down my spine. Lorien decided what’s happening next, and the only choice is whether I accept it or not. It won’t make a difference to the outcome, but we both know that I can fight him on whatever’s coming, or I can choose to surrender to his dominance.
“I let you think you had choices,” he murmurs. “That was a mistake, and it’s time we undid it.”
His fingers trace the edge of my jaw, light but possessive, before trailing lower, down the front of my throat. I barely suppress a shiver as he moves over the collar encircling my neck, his touch lingering there like a reminder. Like a promise.
“It ends now,” Lorien continues, his voice as rich and smooth as the depths of the sea. He shifts, reaching for something beside him, and my pulse stutters when I see what he holds.
Metal gleams in his hand. Small. Restrictive. I recognize it instantly.
A gold cage.
A different kind, but one just as restrictive.
My stomach tightens, and my spent cock twitches despite itself. I shouldn’t want this. I should resist. But I don’t want to, and now we both know I won’t fight him on this—or anything.
“You can fight me, Jude. You can make me force this on you,” he murmurs, tilting the device in his palm, making sure I get a full view. “Or you can be good for me and do as you promised.”
I swallow hard.
I should fight.
I should struggle.
But I’m still weak from release, still pliant under his hands, still his, and I always will be. My mind might try to deny it, but even it has accepted what my body knows is an absolute truth.
Lorien hums approvingly as I hesitate. As I don’t move away.
“That’s what I thought.”
With slow, deliberate movements, he reaches between my legs, grasping me with a touch that’s far too gentle for the cruelty he’s about to inflict.
“Does it hurt?” I whimper.
Lorien stops and his eyes flick up to mine. “No. You will grow accustomed to it and I will extend the time you wear it. It will bring an excruciating mix of arousal and frustration, and it will heighten the pleasure when you come. When I allow you to come.”
His touch lingers on my body like a threat. Like a promise, too.
“Say ‘thank you,’ baby.”
I bite my lip, trembling as he presses the cool gold bars against my heated skin. My breath stutters, and my body betrays me in an instant, reacting to him, wanting him more.
He tsks, amused. “I’m waiting.”
I force the words past my lips, barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Master.”
His smirk deepens. “Good boy.”
Then, with practiced ease, he locks me in.